"Not for me," I admitted. "Our fucking is better than religion." What do you mean by that?" he inquired."I mean I've never been spiritual," I confess...d. "I don't decry anyone who seeks religion as a fully consenting adult. I just personally find faith traditions to be creepy, gross, and manipulative."He was quiet for the longest time, so I broke the silence."I don't mean to offend you," I continued, "but I'm pretty sure you already guessed that about me." I had a sense of it," he said, "but. Maybe that had something to do with her leaving Dad.Back to Tina. I love Tina. I love Dad. The neighborhood, though – wow! They call it a community. I call it 'Community' with a capital 'C'. It's marvelous, in the literal sense. I do indeed marvel. I get to grow and learn and I have kids my age, Rachel and Vicki, and we have an open university. Not elementary school. Not high school. University. We want to learn, we GET to learn.But that brings us to the present discussion. Part of the. Thankfully though they did sell German beer."Oh before that though we did have seasickness problems when we crossed the Bay of Biscay. It was so rough that no one was allowed on deck for several days. It also put a severe dent in our sexual activity." Are you talking about just the little gang you'd built up?" asked Allan as he leisurely pumped his cock in and out of Sharon's pussy."Oh yes. There was thirteen of us and that was all the variety we needed. And besides the seas soon calmed down. “Wow!, haven’t you grown” she said admiring my throbbing erection and she reached up taking it softly in her hand and as she pulled the skin back to expose the head a little stream of precum flowed out the tip.“Mum?” I said half in protest but was happy to have her holding me, I had that feeling in the pit of my stomach and when she ran her finger across the swollen head massaging the precum in I thought I was going to shoot my load there and then.She leant forward and slowly started to lick.